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>Halfway home, you had an unsettling revelation.
>You gave yourself ample time after the 911 call, but the police never arrived.
>Unfortunately, you imagined they had their hands full.
>Night fell by the time you climbed through your bedroom window.
>Aura helped you navigate, but it wasn’t built-in night vision.
>That’s what you get for checking out that grocery store again.
>You were really hoping to see that Machamp.
>They seemed to have their wits about them.
>Maybe you’d see them on social media.
>Opening the refrigerator, you grabbed an apple and…
>Well, what else?
>Eggs.
>You still had plenty.
>And unfortunately, no butter.
>Part of you was relieved.
>Growing used to working with a hot stove did not mean you fully trusted yourself.
>Admitting it felt childish, but those bright-orange, burning coils scared you on a deep level.
>Well, it was time to test your body’s digestion system.
>Carefully, you tapped the first egg against the counter.
>The shell cracked, but the membrane held.
>You tapped a little harder and splashed egg white over it.
>Not your best egg crack.
>Using both hands, you pulled the halves apart and dumped the egg into the bowl.
>Lucky you, there were fewer shell bits than usual.
>Sloshing the bowl around, you stuck a paw-finger in and slid the few hard bits out.
>Satisfied it was free of shell, you stared down at it.
>You hadn’t done this before.
>It had to be safe.
>Grandpa did it with milk.
>Shaking some salt and pepper in there seemed right.
>Now seasoned, you pressed the bowl to your lips and tipped it up.
>…
>The white was bland and slimy.
>It was like salt and peppered mucus.
>The yolk was also slimy, but actually bore flavor.
>The silky texture broke apart in your mouth quickly.
>It reminded you of a cream-filled chocolate egg.
>The yolk tasted rich compared to the white.
>A bit buttery, funny enough.
>You swallowed everything in one gulp.
>Pleasantly inoffensive.